Early the next morning, the fat man disappeared, Meng Xin searched the whole villa, but there was still no trace of him, and Aunt Zhang came over very early outside the window and cleaned up in the yard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Aunt Zhang, have you seen the fat man?" Meng Xin asked Aunt Zhang.

"Chubby, I didn't see him when I came." Since the fat man has been living in Mengxin's house these days, Aunt Zhang also knows him, maybe the aunts like chubby boys, and Aunt Zhang affectionately calls him Chubby.

It seems that the fat man has really entered the mission world, otherwise he shouldn't have left without even saying hello, not to mention how moisturized the fat man has been in Mengxin's house these days, Mengxin really doesn't believe that the fat man will play and disappear suddenly.

Calculating the time, his task is almost coming, and in the past month, he has hardly done anything except getting to know the fat man.

Whether he can survive the next mission, Meng Xin doesn't know, but he is quite looking forward to it now, the freshness that the first mission world brings to Meng Xin is incomparable, and he has robbed the tomb for so many years, in comparison, Meng Xin feels that robbing the tomb is so boring for the first time.

Walking into the study, Meng Xin was lying on an old chair, Meng Xin used to be in a daze here, and when it was a long time, Meng Xin could stay still all day until he was hungry.

Meng Xin took out a booklet from the bookshelf, this is the note left by the old man, when the old man was still there, he never let himself touch this booklet, and handed it to himself when he left, which recorded the tomb robbery operations he participated in, as well as the annotations made on each action.

Meng Xin flipped through the booklet as usual, and Meng Xin had already been familiar with the contents of it, and now he was just reading it to pass the boring time.

Slowly, Meng Xin turned to one of the pages, this page was attached to a photo, an old black and white photo, left by the old man, and slightly faded, Meng Xin found the old man in the photo, the old man was still relatively young at that time, and he looked like a talent, not like a tomb robber at all.

Meng Xin's eyes moved down, and suddenly saw a young man dressed in oily hair, in that era, wearing a dress spray gel and staying with a group of grave robbers who dropped dirt, it was inevitable to make people curious, Meng Xin tried to search for information about this person in his mind, the people in the photo are all heroes of the older generation, and there are very few people Meng Xin doesn't know, but it is difficult to match their young appearance with it, so who is he?

With doubts, he continued to flip back, and sure enough, he turned to a photo not long after, Meng Xin wiped it a few times on the photo with the back of his hand, wiping away the dust that was small but made people look quite uncomfortable, and the same as the previous photo, there were also old men and young people, in contrast, the old man at this time was already a white hair, and he had entered the age of sixtieth year, when Meng Xin turned his gaze to the young man, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the young man was still a face with clear eyebrows at the moment, as if he would not get old.

Meng Xin's pupils immediately shrank to the size of sesame seeds, and at this time, Meng Xin was not allowed to think nonsense, this kind of contrary to common sense really happened to you, and it also made you find out without a book, even if anyone couldn't sit still.

Could it be that this young man holds the law of immortality? No, maybe he is no longer a young man, but just hangs a picture of a young man's skin. This reminded Meng Xin of his own reward prop, "The Face of the Makeup Artist", which has not changed his face for decades, and it is absurd to think about it, but the person in the photo has done it, Meng Xin has no reason not to guess, in Meng Xin's cognition, who else can do this except the members!

In other words, he came into contact with the Nightmare platform decades ago and got a prop like "makeup artist's face", which he has been sticking to his face since then and has never taken it off.

Thinking of this, Meng Xin suddenly felt a chill of the bones, and he had been in the nightmare platform for decades, so how strong has he been now? If all of the above is true, then why didn't he show his true face and disguise himself under a mask for decades? Maybe there's a shocking secret hidden here! So much so that Meng Xin regretted discovering this matter a little.

Closing the booklet, Meng Xin's hand lay on the table, and his ring finger kept clicking on the table, which showed that Meng Xin's inner world was not very calm.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Xin took out his mobile phone and flipped down from the call log list until at the bottom, Meng Xin saw the note and clicked the dial.

"Hey, who's that?" A dull voice came from the other end of the line.

"Uncle Liu, I'm Xiaoxin." After Meng Xin finished speaking, there was a silence on the other side, and Meng Xin did not continue to speak, waiting quietly.

Liu Yunhai was working on documents in the office, and suddenly a strange phone call came, so he put down his work first, this number is his personal contact information, and few people know.

At first, Liu Yunhai thought it was his family who dialed the phone, but when he heard the name of himself on the other end of the phone, Liu Yunhai immediately knew that the person who called him was not an ordinary person, because his eldest brother died a long time ago, and no one around him knew that he was the second oldest at home, as for how the eldest brother died, except for Liu Yunhai, there were less than two digits of people who knew it.

Xiaoxin ,,?

Liu Yunhai quickly filtered the name in his mind, and suddenly a person came out of his impression, but it's not right to think about it, his old friend has been dead for a long time, what is the matter with his apprentice looking for him at this time? Did something happen?

Liu Yunhai had a suspicious look on his face, as smart as he couldn't guess what Meng Xin was looking for himself at this time, for Meng Xin, Liu Yunhai didn't have much feelings, but with Meng Xin's master, the two were a lifelong friendship, the old man told Meng Xin before he died, if he really can't go on, he will go to you Liu Erbo, he won't ignore you in my face, it can be seen that the relationship between Liu Yunhai and the old man is indeed not ordinary.

In Meng Xin's thoughts, there is only Liu Yunhai as a person, and he doesn't mean to rely on the other party to live, it doesn't matter if Liu Yunhai thinks about it, people don't want to be close to him, and he doesn't need to have a hot face and a cold ass.

"You come to my house, I'll go back after processing the paperwork in hand."

Mr. Liu's home is in a nearby red residential area, where many of the people live by local officials, and it takes about an hour for Mr. Meng to drive there.

And Liu Yunhai lives here as a tomb robber with an unclean foundation, Meng Xin is not surprised at all, because Liu Yunhai is no longer the former tomb robber, when others were the hottest, only he made an incomprehensible decision, and retreated bravely, and since then, he has washed his hands in the golden basin, and it has been almost white for so many years.

Facts have proved that Liu Yunhai is indeed a shrewd person, after retiring, those old guys in the past also died, and the missing disappeared, only he was the only one who was thriving in the officialdom.

"Okay." Meng Xin answered and slowly hung up the phone.

Liu Yunhai's home is no different from ordinary people, perhaps because people like them have money that does not leak out, in addition to Liu Yunhai's family, there is his wife and a daughter, about twenty years old, but Meng Xin has never seen it, let alone know each other.

Liu Yunhai's daughter is not at home, under the hospitality of his wife, Meng Xin sat down in the living room, bored playing with his mobile phone, recently there is a mobile game called snake snake competition for favor, under the introduction of the fat man, Meng Xin felt that it was not bad, just to pass the boring time.

"Xiaoxin!"

Meng Xin put down his mobile phone and stood up, and a middle-aged man walked in front of him, half of his white hair was more obvious, but it didn't make people feel old-fashioned, but had a temperament that was not angry but powerful.

This should be Liu Yunhai, because the last time Meng Xin met him was when he was very young, he didn't remember what he looked like, and he rarely met him, plus the old man has been dead for many years, and the relationship is even weaker, if he hadn't stumbled upon the mystery of the photo, maybe there would be no more contact in the future.

"Second uncle, I have an important matter to ask you today." Meng Xin got straight to the point, he didn't have to be polite when he saw an outsider like others, Liu Yunhai was not an ordinary person, he guessed at once that Meng Xin came with something important, otherwise he wouldn't contact his uncle who he hadn't seen for a long time.

So Liu Yunhai immediately asked his wife to cook, saying that he had left Meng Xin to finish eating at home, and after giving the order, he led Meng Xin to the study, after all, the things they talked about could not be known to others, especially not to his wife.

Because most of the reason why Liu Yunhai gave up his previous life was that his girlfriend at that time, who was now his wife, was a descendant of a big family with a deep red background, and he had to hide the experience of robbing the tomb at the beginning, and it was also because of his wife and the support of the family behind her that he could go further and further in the officialdom.

"Come on, it's just the two of us now." Liu Yunhai sat on his office chair, took a sip of water from his cup, and beckoned Meng Xin to sit down on the sofa.

Meng Xin stood in front of Liu Yunhai's desk, took out his mobile phone and opened the album, and found a set of photos for him to see, which Meng Xin had taken at home before, all of which were old photos of the mysterious young man.

Liu Yunhai took the mobile phone in Meng Xinxing's hand, looked at it slowly, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally took out a pair of glasses and put them on his ears.

"Are these photos real?"

"Well, these are left by my master and his old man."

Liu Yunhai frowned until he finally leaned his back against the back of the chair, "Among these photos, only the first one has me, I can only say that I am not very impressed by this person, after all, it has been so many years, well,,, this matter is indeed a little strange, but when I took other photos, I had already withdrawn...... No conclusions can be made. ”